कविता घेराव में किसी बौखलाए हुए आदमी का संक्षिप्त एकालाप है Sudama Pandey ‘Dhoomil’ was one of those rare poets who chose to express their concern for the truth they saw around them rather than playing with words of old emotions and romance. His poetry shouted at the establishment, mocking the bourgeoisie that had long claimed an authority over expression and intellect. Like Muktibodh, Dhoomil was a poet of free verse whose grasp of the stark reality of the human condition transcended the rhythm of language. Sansad Se Sadak Tak chronicles his protest against the illusion of democracy in a world which was plagued with corruption and hatred and sadly enough, his words are still as relevant. रक्तपात – कहीं नहीं होगा सिर्फ़, एक पत्ती टूटेगी! एक कन्धा झुक जायेगा! Another revolutionary poet who spoke for the common and oppressed citizen got killed in a massacre. Pash is a name that still echoes from the heart of socialist ideologies but his sacrifice remains obscured in a land which idolizes populism and authority. However, as he wrote years ago, मैं घास हूँ मैं आपके हर किए-धरे पर उग आऊँगा The poetry of Muktibodh, Dhoomil, and Pash, and perhaps a few more still unnoticed, ask us to stop over and introspect. To see that the world is a beautiful place disfigured, however, by our own selfish propaganda and politics. At a time when Indian democracy is at crossroads, when right-wing extremism is threatening our secular heritage and when the poor man still dies on the streets of our metropolis, it’s fitting to ask again, Partner, tumhari politics kya hai?
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